Skyrim Character Creation

Name:
age:
race:
3 optional skill's: ( example : forgeing and sneaking)
3standard skill's: (Example: class power's)
group:
history:

Name: Greywn Lucius
age: Several Hundred Years old
race: Imperial, Werewolf
3 optional skill's: 1 Handed, Heavy Armor, Block
3standard skill's: (Example: class power's)
group: Blades/ Imperial Legion
history: Greywn was born in the Imperial City during the time of the Vvardenfell crises. He trained from a young age as a gladiator in the Imperial City Arena, before enlisting in the legion for the Occupation of Solstheim. It was there at Fort Frostmoth that he had his first Encounter with Lycanthropy during the bloodmoon incident. He notified his commander immediately, and prepared to take his own life. Instead, he was sent on lone missions into enemy camps before dusk...with suprising results. He succeded at this role, infiltrating many of the Nord settlements before the wolf blood drove him to madness. He was imprisoned after an unfortunate killing of a fellow soldier and transferred to the maximum security prison in the imperial city instead of outright executing him. He was to spend the rest of his days in Isolation...a trainer by day in the courtyard...and a prisonor by night. Years of meditation led to the recovery and stability of his mental state. Eventual trust was formed once more and he was permitted to enter the legion's service once more. The assassination of the Emperor led to a quick recal of any soldiers who were capable of performing roles in the blades. He volunteered- and again resumed solo missions on the mythic dawn cult. Being imortal weighed heavy on Lucius...and as his years drew on, and friends died, he became bitter and cynical. Witnessing the fall of the Imperial City to the Altmeri Dominion, and fighting the subsequent war left his spirit broken and scarred. Few trusted him. Few dared to make friends. He became a quiet, and solo operative. An Introvert. He eventually resigned from the Imperial Legion, and with the blades being hunted down, went into hiding in the mountains of Skyrim...

Name: Jar' Riska

Age: 19

Race: Argonian

3 optional skill's: Archery, Light Armour and Speech

3 standard skill's: Pickpocketing, Sneaking and One-handed

Group: Freelance/Thieves Guild

History: Brought in from his homeland after some money issues that involved his father and the local thugs, which led to the destruction of their home and to their new home in Riften, Skyrim. Life was hard at first, the young lizard's father a drunk and his mother crying in the slums underneath the city until he decided to take a life of crime of petty theft.

His mother didn't care where he got the money and only bought the fresh food they needed and cried less at the night's when his father drunk himself to Oblivion. Only later when he hit maturity did his father die at a drunken brawl at the hand of some no-name thug and suprisingly the young lizard wasn't sad but strangely happy that his father was gone, tired of his rudeness to his mother and the beatings.

Later he was accepted into the thieve's guild after stealing one of the infamous Briar's horses, still loyal to his mother and sending money to her whenever he could, no matter if he was in the furthest cities or town. Currently residing in Whiterun to pay some of his father's old debts, he is furiously trying to provide a decent life for him and his mother.